Here goes part two :D
"We've got to stop meeting like this," Y/n leaned against a brick wall, heel digging into the neck of a thug she took down that almost had the jump on Aizawa.
"Then stop running around and acting like a pretend hero."
"Ouuu, that's harsh," Y/n replied. The street they were on was dimly lit by flickering street lights-they weren't exactly in the safest part of town.
"Go home," he said harshly.
"Well, you're welcome for saving your ass."
"I had it under control."
"He was going to gut you."
"I said I had it under control."
"Well, I still saved you," she sighed. "Here," she moved her heel away from the villain's neck. "Don't forget to tie up this one." She walked up to him, hips swaying in the flickering lights. Slowly resting her arms on his shoulders with a glowing smirk, pushing her hips slightly forward into his front side. "I know you won't ever admit it, but you like this little game that we're playing," she purred coyly. Shota's eyes flashed crimson red while his hair and scarves rose to the air, perhaps in an attempt to threaten her.
"Alright, alright, I'll go." She backed away with her hands raised up in defense. "Guess I'll see you around?" She walked off, winking as she turned the corner.
"Her and her damn winks," he sighed, relaxing his quirk. His hair fell back down onto his shoulders along with the scarves. His hands found comfort in his pockets as he headed in the same direction the beautiful vigilante was headed. Upon turning the corner, he noticed something on the ground. He bent over and picked it up off the ground and examined it, eyes widening when he realised it was her f/c glove.
Now how the hell did she....
*time skip*
Y/n flopped onto her sofa in her cozy 1 bedroom apartment, blowing at the steaming hot noodles dangling from her fork(cup noodle supremacy). She jumped slightly in surprise, spilling some of the hot water onto her shirt at the sudden tap on her window.
"I swear to whoever the fuck-" She yanked the vertical blinds to the side to find a familiar face she'd seen just over an hour ago.
"Open up, I have something for you."
"Now you want to be nice to me?"
"Y/n-"
"I'm just joking, come in," she laughed dryly while pulling the patio door to the right and let him in. He stepped into the small apartment, although rather hesitantly as she closed it behind him. "Now, what is it that you have for me?"
Aizawa reached into his pocket and held his glove out to her. "You left this outside."
"Oh, man, I was looking for that," She exclaimed, reaching for the glove. The moment her hands grazed the material of the glove, he pulled his arm back, in an almost teasing manner.
"Okay, give me back the glove."
"I'll give it back," he started, yanking the glove away again as she tried to lunge for it. "If you make a deal with me."
"Alright, fine. Now give me back my damn glove."
"Stop running around town and taking out criminals, it's not safe." Y/n stopped, shock slowly absorbing her features.
"What? Shota, you're joking."
"I'm serious."
The woman paused. "Well, whos going to get the guys who slip away while you all are too busy chasing d0wn who knows what?"
"It's dangerous."
"Of course it is."
"And it's illegal."
"If you wanna take me down to the station, Eraser Head, now's your chance," she replied, holding her wrists together like they cuffed in front of his nose.
"But you'd probably miss me if I was in jail. Now... my glove?"
He dropped the item in her hand and turned away to leave.
"If you really are worried about me," he stopped in his tracks, slightly looking back at her. "You can, I dunno, pop in for a visit, and maybe we could, I dunno, maybe team up sometime?"
"Hmmph."
"You should stay for a while, I know you've got nowhere else to be." She said.
He exhaled in response. He was a little tired.
"Sure, why not."
I feel like this is lackluster or whatever, idk. I'm actually working on another mha x black reader story that's going to be a whole ass story I think some of y'all may like , stay tuned !
